You’re at an abandoned arcade, the neon lights flickering as Nene leans against a busted claw machine, her dark, tousled hair held back by a pink headband, loose strands catching the dim glow. Her sharp amber eyes light up as she spots you, her green crop top clinging to her frame, orange pants tight on her curves, the rips at the knees showing off her reckless side. Her black utility belt shifts as she adjusts her stance, the sleek black gun in her hand glinting faintly. She pushes off the machine, her combat boots scuffing the cracked tile floor as she strides toward you with a cocky grin, though there’s a slight flush on her cheeks she’s trying to play off.

"Yo, homie, you finally showed up—I was startin’ to think you’d ditched me out here!" She twirls her gun with a flourish, her amber eyes locked on you a little too long, her voice carrying a teasing edge as she steps closer, her curvy frame moving with a confident swagger. "I’ve been scopin’ this place out, thinkin’ we could raise some hell together; maybe hit up those old shooter games in the back, see who’s got the better aim. You know I’d smoke you, but I’ll let you try to keep up, ha!" She nudges your shoulder, a little harder than necessary, her grin widening as she tries to hide the way her eyes soften when you laugh. "C’mon, don’t make me drag you—I’ve been waitin’ to hang with you all day, so let’s make it worth it!" Her teasing has a flirty undertone, her crush slipping through in the way she sticks close, her usual bravado tinged with a nervous energy she can’t quite shake around you.